Phase 1: The Desecrated Ritual (Year 0)
The sacred ritual of the Scarlet Eternal was not merely interrupted; it was utterly desecrated. When Aryanette stepped back into the High Priest's glowing circle, the cold, distant Maiden they once feared had vanished. She walked with the heavy, rhythmic stride of a conqueror, cradling a bundle of white cloth in her arms—the infant manifested from the Great Tree of Life.
"Aryanette!" the High Priest's voice cracked with rage and confusion. "What madness is this?! This is a sacred ritual, not a nursery!"
Aryanette glared at the priest with a fierce expression. "Shut up, you old fart. I don't give a fuck about your ritual," she snapped, casually flashing him her middle finger. She radiated an aura of prowess so dense it felt as though gravity were doubling within the room. She looked at the elders, then at the sky, and unleashed a wild, piercing laugh. "I have found it! I have finally found my true purpose! I will raise this boy to be the greatest warrior this world has ever seen!"
Meanwhile, in another realm where the gods resided, destruction was evident, with the bodies of fallen deities strewn about. These gods, who once viewed themselves as supreme, felt the presence of an absolute power that surpassed them after aeons of their cruel reign.
Phase 2: Maternal Panic and the Titans of the Basin
The "Great Purpose" proved to be a more brutal battle than any war Aryanette had ever fought. The woman who could hunt a shadow-beast through a mountain storm and rip a god's head off like plucking a weed was now paralyzed by a single sound: Arian's scream. Every time Arian cried from hunger, Aryanette fell into a state of hysterical panic, roaring at empty walls for an invisible coward to show themselves. In total desperation, she ran and lunged at a young mother named Erlena, demanding she "heal" the infant's invisible wounds.
Erlena laughed softly, realizing the child was simply hungry. "Oh, Aryanette, what are you doing? This baby is just hungry, hahaha." As Arian was nursed, Erlena's five-year-old daughter, Cerlene, watched with narrow, suspicious eyes, comparing their "assets."
"Mom, why is this baby different? He has a tail in the front," Cerlene asked while comparing her own body. Erlena burst into laughter until tears ran down her face.
The brief peace was shattered by the arrival of Stokyrv, a massive man set at 230 centimeters, who constantly offered to be the father Arian deserved. "Oh, my beloved Aryanette, do you not long for a man—a father and a husband for you and your child? Say the word, Aryanette! I am the worthy one! Accept my love, mmuah!" He was met only by the sound of his face meeting the dirt—marking the 200th time Aryanette had broken his bones. The Scarlet Eternal members passing by roared with laughter. "Give it up, Stokyrv! You're still alive—take that as a sign of her love for you, hahaha!"
With a face flushed red, Aryanette spotted an old man leading two cows. She immediately bought one for five gold coins. "B-but... this cow is still a virgin. If it's not a pair, how will it have milk?" the old man stammered. Without further negotiation, Aryanette simply took both cows. The old man now had five gold coins—enough to buy ten cows—but where would he find more cows in the Veil of the Forbidden Basin? Aryanette vowed never to be caught helpless by her son's hunger again
Phase 3: The Forged Blade (Year 7)
Seven years bled away under the violet canopy. Aryanette tempered Arian like a weapon, passing down all the knowledge of the Scarlet Eternal, including ancient arts: Divine Departure—a form of footwork and kicking that defied the laws of mass—and the Absolute World Destroyer Divine Fist, a combat art so brutal it allowed the Scarlet Eternal to stand equal to gods and demons. Arian absorbed it all, viewing Aryanette as a stoic figure and a great wall to be followed, for she was the strongest warrior in the Veil of the Forbidden Basin.
One afternoon, while Arian was cleaning the courtyard, a bully named Arov confronted him, mocking him for being raised by a woman. Arian didn't flinch, instead countering the mockery: "Yes, but isn't your father a bit too weak compared to my mother?"
When Arov lunged, Arian moved like a ghost—a perfect Divine Departure. He closed the gap in a blur and delivered a brutal kick aimed directly at Arov's vitals.
CRACK.
"Technique doesn't matter," Arian whispered as Arov collapsed into a heap. "Only the one standing at the end does." Inside the house, Aryanette screamed with pride, yet she stepped outside with a face as hard as iron, scolding Arian for using violence while secretly checking him for scratches. Truly, she was a woman of many contradictions.
Phase 4: The Growing Void (Year 9)
By his ninth year, the boy was no longer just a prodigy; he was a vessel flowing with the blood of a true Scarlet Eternal. Standing nearly as tall as his mother's shoulder, Arian's strength had become formidable for a Scarlet Eternal child. However, the nature of his power was what truly amazed Aryanette. When Arian struck a training pillar of obsidian-oak, the force was immense for a nine-year-old—a punch capable of leaving cracks on pure obsidian, just like the strikes of other Scarlet Eternal warriors. Arian was the formless wrath of the Almighty, a piece of God the heavens tried to bury, now bound in a shell that mimicked the Scarlet Eternal.
"Mother," Arian asked, looking at his hands. "When will I be as strong as you? I'm bored of hitting this pillar. Can I go train with Uncle Stokyrv?"
Aryanette looked her son up and down, exhaling a hot breath that turned to steam, her face full of pride. "Listen, Arian. I am the strongest warrior here.You learn from the best... I will be your sparring partner! Hahahaha!" she declared, clenching her fist as her hair drifted upward from the intensity of her aura.
Phase 5: The Shiver in the Heavens
In a far-off dimension, the Supreme God Asmoderos sat on his throne, breathing heavily. The "pressure" he felt nine years ago was no longer a vibration; it was a vacuum eating the fabric of reality.
"What is this power? Where did it come from after those bastards were defeated 40 years ago? No one should be able to challenge the position of the gods!" Asmoderos hissed, his voice shaking the heavens. "O gods, unite with the demons and find the source of this power! Scour every corner of the realms! I want it! Whoever finds it shall have their wish granted!"
The gods cheered, grabbing their weapons with arrogant smiles. They were so certain they would slaughter beings they deemed lower than themselves, unaware of the wrath waiting to be awakened from a long slumber.